I'm obsessed with something I cannot have
And something I can not touch
I've reached for it for so long now
That I want it so bad in my clutch
I want it so bad that I can almost taste the sweetness that it has
I walk past it, I almost melt
I savor the smell to last
It wont come to me
What is it that
I'm going to have to do?
Why cant it come?
What don't you see?
The "it" I speak of is you.
